10-19-2010, 04:33 PM
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The words seeped in, almost as if they had soaked in through her skin rather her ears, reaching her heart and seizing it quicker than her brain could process. Not Conor’s then. Nayru was accustomed to being one of the lost boys that were taken in and given a home, a purpose. It had been her assumption that these were children of similar fate, and Conor was the guiding hand in that area. Yet they belonged to Gideon? Crimson eyes swept over the small bodies again as Gideon introduced them, Melee and Range. Had Gideon even named them?
"They are very beautiful, Gideon. How old are they?" Did he even know, exactly? Did it matter? Probably not, they were here in Dahlia de Mai now and that was all that mattered. This fact made it rather easy for Nayru to then accept that her younger companion was playing guardian to children who, in the grand scheme of things, were really not that much younger than himself. Yet they had someone. They would be fine, now that they had someone, and Gideon was a good someone to have.
Silently Nayru followed in Gideon's footsteps, drawing closer to the bundle still asleep upon the couch. Her breathing became lighter, as if she had to silence her already ghostly presence more as to not wake the puppies. Next to them she was aware of just how far they had come, how much they had grown. Had either Gideon or Nayru really been that small once? Had Conor and Saluce and the others loomed over them as they two currently loomed over Melee and Range? Had their physical differences caused their elders to view them differently than they did now? "How long have they been here? You should have come and found me! I could have helped you with them."
The words seeped in, almost as if they had soaked in through her skin rather her ears, reaching her heart and seizing it quicker than her brain could process. Not Conor’s then. Nayru was accustomed to being one of the lost boys that were taken in and given a home, a purpose. It had been her assumption that these were children of similar fate, and Conor was the guiding hand in that area. Yet they belonged to Gideon? Crimson eyes swept over the small bodies again as Gideon introduced them, Melee and Range. Had Gideon even named them?
"They are very beautiful, Gideon. How old are they?" Did he even know, exactly? Did it matter? Probably not, they were here in Dahlia de Mai now and that was all that mattered. This fact made it rather easy for Nayru to then accept that her younger companion was playing guardian to children who, in the grand scheme of things, were really not that much younger than himself. Yet they had someone. They would be fine, now that they had someone, and Gideon was a good someone to have.
Silently Nayru followed in Gideon's footsteps, drawing closer to the bundle still asleep upon the couch. Her breathing became lighter, as if she had to silence her already ghostly presence more as to not wake the puppies. Next to them she was aware of just how far they had come, how much they had grown. Had either Gideon or Nayru really been that small once? Had Conor and Saluce and the others loomed over them as they two currently loomed over Melee and Range? Had their physical differences caused their elders to view them differently than they did now? "How long have they been here? You should have come and found me! I could have helped you with them."